“What is relaxation?” asked Mrs. Robin.
“Something like rest, only more refined!” said Robert Robin.
“I think that I need a little vacation!” said Mrs. Robin, “so I will go along with you!”
“That will be fine!” said Robert Robin, “and we will take the children! But where shall we go?”
“Where have you been planning on going, dear?” asked Mrs. Robin.
“I would like to go to some quiet, restful place, where there was plenty to eat and drink, and nothing to do.”
“That would be a wonderful place to live!” said Mrs. Robin. “I should like to stay there always!”
“I was thinking that I would like to loaf around Brigg’s Brambles for a few days, then go over to Black-bug Swamp for a few days, then drop over to the river for a day or two, or possibly spend a short time at the lake!”
“Brigg’s Brambles is not a very safe place to take the children—there are so many owls and hawks around, and there is such an odor to Black-bug Swamp, and the last time we were over to the river, we saw all those boys shooting with their air guns. I was thinking that if we went to the mountains or to the seashore we would meet a great many more of our friends,—but have your own way, dear—I will be perfectly happy anywhere!”
“Perhaps we had better go to the mountains!” said Robert Robin. “It would be safer for the children!”